Because it’s getting closer and so for obvious
reasons, this week we celebrate Halloween, you know, in the way of sexy.
Again, I’ve got nothing. So with that in mind, this
one is from my next free read Hunted.
Again, nothing to do with love and romance or sexy
times, but I do have running for your life, that’s interesting, right?! Right?!
You were
lucky. Next time won’t be the same. Next time you will be used and buried in
some ditch somewhere in these trees, somewhere where all the others are.
Somewhere they will never find you.
You know this, you aren’t stupid. No matter how much you feel so.
You have to get moving, you can’t hear him, but then the cicadas are so
loud you can’t hear anything. Nothing but your heart as it beats inside your
ears, a thudding so fast and loud it’s little wonder it’s not vibrating the
world around you.
The trees aren’t that hard to negotiate, holding on to one as you move
around it. Man, you really wish you had shoes on. And when the wishing comes
you guess things would help if you had on something other than your shorts and
tee.
It was a hot day yesterday, today you feel is probably the same, but
you feel nothing but the memory of his
ice cold breath as it licked down your spine, while he held you close,
rubbing himself against your back as he started telling you what he was going
to do. How much you were going to love it. How he was going to love giving you
it.
You gag; vomit pushing at the back of your throat. You have to brace
yourself against a tree, your feet hurt. The shrubbery isn’t that kind to them.
Your knees buckled, kicking him hurt more than you thought it would. A cramp
has set up at the top of your thigh.
There isn’t anything to do about it. You have to run. You have to get
out of here. He could be right behind you!
And onto the pimping and other random fact linked to
this hop